Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kazakhstan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Star Department to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by New Order. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Ronan,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Wasted Youth,
Delta 5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sällskapet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Vogues,
Maleditus Sound,
Oblivians,
Ultimate Spinach,
T.S.O.L.,
The Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Funkadelic,
Deepchord,
The Invisible,
Camberwell Now,
Hoover,
Jawbox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantytec,
CMW,
Inner City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Christie,
Black Sheep,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crooked Eye,
Jacques Brel,
Dead Boys,
Brand Nubian,
The Litter,
Malaria!,
Rufus Thomas,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Copeland,
Boredoms,
Popol Vuh,
The Misunderstood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Livin' Joy,
Trumans Water,
Bill Wells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terry Callier,
Second Layer,
Pantaleimon,
Grey Daturas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.